A smile apreciated for once, written words are all that's left after the distance settles in between us. Ina crowded way I look for new things for me to say and ways to stay by a Grace's side.

It's alway in someone's eyes, the
tireness of life,
a depression lifted only once in a while.

Complaining of car, traffic and old
unhealed scars,
injuries caused in a lonely fought war.

Streets still deveoured, if we didn't have names,
who would we be? Would we have still encountered?

I'm in no position to ask, but if you'll answer to
someone else then I'll wear they're mask.
I'll ust remember what you said today, in a groggy
morning surprise, you even asked me why.